[side note: my prayers from this point on will take more experimental and poetic turns. i'm going to envoke psalms and song of songs.]
Better late than never:
My heart sings for Joy.
The taste of bitterness in my soul is
being washed by Your cleansing fire.
Like an unrefined clay with air bubbles, I burst in Your Kiln
only to be pieced back together.
It is painful to be transformed in Your love, because I am so afraid of this new inner freedom.
I have only known darkness and fear, so it feels unnatural to embrace love.
God of my life, free me from myself, so I may sing for Joy.
Better late than never:
My heart sings for Joy.
The taste of bitterness in my soul is
being washed by Your cleansing fire.
Like an unrefined clay with air bubbles, I burst in Your Kiln
only to be pieced back together.
It is painful to be transformed in Your love, because I am so afraid of this new inner freedom.
I have only known darkness and fear, so it feels unnatural to embrace love.
God of my life, free me from myself, so I may sing for Joy.
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